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It caught you unaware, as you were walking alone after school in the woods, dreading the massive amounts of homework stuffed into your backpack.

It began with a few small drops landing on either side of you with a barely audible squish. You happened to glance down to see tiny splotches of . . . what was it? It certainly wasn't normal rain. This stuff looked . . . well . . . different somehow. You couldn't quite put it in words. . . Now you were curious, bending down and taking a closer look at the mysterious substance, splattered on the pavement.

Yep, it definitely wasn't normal water, all right! The gunk looked . . . rubbery and gooey, and it stuck to the stick you prodded it with. You couldn't shake it off, no matter how hard you tried. Strange. . .

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of more "rain" hitting the pavement and nearby grass, forming tiny droplets of the shiny silver goo glistening on the sidewalk and blades of grass. You then gazed upwards, peering at the sky. It wasn't supposed to rain today as far as you knew. . .

There was a little patch of strange-looking clouds right above you. . . You groaned in annoyance. Looks like that stupid forecaster was wrong again . . . and of course you didn't bring an umbrella!

You suddenly felt one of the tiny drops of goo hit your lower right arm with a queer splurching sound, forming a minuscule speck on your skin. You shook your arm wildly, but the little dot of goo refused to fling off, staying right where it was.

You were now REALLY irritated! Muttering furiously, you then poked at the dot with your finger, trying to fling it off to no avail. In fact, all you did was spread it around uselessly, and now a tiny bit was stuck to your finger!

You swore to wash that spot off of your hands and arms the split second you reached home, grumbling even more. Ugh! This day is bad enough without some weird gooey substance relentlessly clinging to your body! "I'll bet they're a real pain to get rid of, too. . ." you thought angrily, giving up on removing the flakes of goo off of your skin.

Splash. Squish. Sploosh.

As you began walking, you began feeling tiny cold pricks on your arms and hair as more drops of goo rained down, splattering on all sides around you. The rain began to pick up slightly, small puddles beginning to form on the pavement and surrounding grass. While walking, you couldn't help but notice the abnormal texture of the puddles slowly growing, picking up rouge droplets splattered on the ground and absorbing them into themselves.

Those puddles were . . . shiny, like a glossy coat of rubber placed over the road. There were puddles of dozens of colors, ranging from blue to pink to green to yellow to all other sorts of colors, splayed out in various different locations, in some sort of mismatched, unnatural rainbow.

But what made you pause in shocked curiosity was the plants.

By now the rain had increased to a drizzle, a sparse but steady stream of droplets trickling down. You had gotten used to the strange, squishy, cold sensations of the unnatural rain and now ignored it entirely. But the plants around you, you couldn't ignore.

The plants most heavily exposed to the otherworldly rain were almost completely covered by this strange material, glistening with a shiny rubber coat. It looked like the plants were completely made of rubber! Oozing red latex dripped off of one leaf entirely engulfed by the mysterious gunk, plummeting into a pile of bright, shiny bright blue rubber below. It looked like a scene on a distant planet!

As the rain increased to a steady shower, you suddenly became concerned about this supernatural rain. You needed to find shelter! What if this stuff is toxic??? You quickly began to jog, being careful to avoid the swelling pools of multi-colored glop, which by now were several inches wide. All you had on was a short-sleeve shirt . . . this was not boding well for you. As you grew more nervous about the ever-multiplying storm, you became more aware of your skin feeling each and every impact of the sinister, rubbery goo.

You felt the droplets condensing in your hair, strands getting pushed down by the overwhelming number of plummeting raindrops. A deep sense of dread begins to well within you as you run your hands through the goo-matted hair, and let out a cry of shock as you feel the full extent the sticky gunk has amassed on your dome. It feels like your hair has been entirely submerged in tons of hair gel, strands forced flat against your head by the sheer numbers and weight of the mysterious goo. You realized this goo is a bit less clingy than before, and you're able to wipe the mound of glop off your head. Upon this realization, you desperately try to fend off the relentless waves of goo plunging onto the top of your head, but it's a losing battle, the fibers getting coated with layer and layer of sticky, rubbery gunk.

By now the shower has increased into a downpour of latex-like goo.

You've broken into a full-out sprint, your sole hope to get to some kind of shelter before you're seriously harmed. The pathway through the forest is now almost entirely covered by a thin layer of the sinister stuff, and you no longer care about avoiding the puddles. It would be impossible, anyways!

Glancing around, you're shocked by how much your surroundings has changed. Almost everything stationary has been transformed into a latexy, gooey mess, with not a single sign of organic life anywhere save for a few protected shrubbery and ferns. It was getting harder to see in the torrent of rubber.

After a few minutes of mad sprinting, you paused for a rest, unable to run any farther. It was then you looked at the rest of your body - and cried out in pure terror.

While you were worrying about your hair, the rest of your body had been getting a similar fate. Your arms and hands were the worst casualties, rubber dripping from your soaked elbows and trickling down the sides of your arm. Your upper arms were smeared with dark blue-colored gunk, hands wrapped in a midnight black glove. You couldn't see your fingers at all. Panicking, you flexed them, sighing with relief as they twitched in response, goo bulging slightly as a result. Then, rested, once again broke into a frantic sprint in an attempt to avoid the torrent of goo.

That attempt was futile. Suddenly, you tripped, falling into a puddle of goo on your hands and knees. You grimaced as the gooey rain instantly seized the opportunity to blanket your now unprotected back in glossy, dark blue smooth latex, which oozed down your sides and legs in a slow, ceaseless wave.

You struggled to get back up, but the weight of goo on your back and legs was just too much. After a few more attempts, you gave up and started to crawl, inching forwards as the last human flesh on your lower limbs was enveloped by the squishing, splashing latex.

By now, the rain had actually begun to lessen to a shower again, renewing a spark of hope within you. But by now the main danger was the latex already pooled on the ground. At least a solid inch of goo coated the ground, and for every struggled step you took, more rubber clung to your arms and legs.

Suddenly, you paused as you felt a strange, unusual numbness in your feet and hands. You stop crawling, sitting on the rubber that was now the ground and tested your hands and feet for feeling. No response. You could no longer feel your hands and feet squished inside the oozing latex! Even stranger was that you COULD feel them, you felt the latex pressing, squishing against your skin . . . but you felt no skin! The only thing that was there was the goo that covered your hands and feet.

A deep fear rose in your throat as you flexed what you knew was your hand and saw your rubber appendage wiggle. no no NONONO . . .

WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!?

You suddenly felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the situation.

Your legs and thigh were immersed in a thick rubber coating, all dark blue, as were your arms, hands, back, and hair. Well, what WAS your hair. When you felt it again it had vanished, replaced by a completely smooth, rubbery skin. Your stomach and chest, the only areas along with your face that was relatively untouched, were smeared with rubbery streaks where the gooey rain had penetrated. Your pants had completely fused with the gooey rubber, as had your shirt.

As the rain slowed once again to a drizzle, you were surprised by how relaxed you were once the immediate panic wore off. First there was the smell, which you were beginning to notice just now, the smell of fresh rubbery goo and latex. For the first few seconds the smell was weak and barely noticeable, but in a few seconds had grown into an overpowering, captivating fragrance. You were entranced by the irresistible aroma, greedily gulping it in like a drug, an irresistible addiction that you could never ever get enough of.

The goo was still wet, dripping down your gooey body and splattering onto the ground below. There's still a chance to revert everything, but you weren't thinking about that one bit, you were too busy soaking up the intoxicating stench in drunken glee.

The only thing that drags you away from the dizzyingly delicious aroma is the sudden sensation of your rubbery hand rubbing against your sticky, glossy leg, sending a chill of pure euphoria shooting up your spine. You eagerly participate in this new pleasure-bringing endeavor, giggling with pure joy with each squish of the two rubbery appendages brushing against each other.

You pause in your activity as a slight breeze brushes past, ruffling the fabric of the untouched areas of the shirt and snapping you out of your trance.

You twitch your arm, feeling the flesh twitch under the gooey coating of rubber. Part of you wants to leave, to find shelter, to get help, to rip off this gooey rubber shell enveloping your body and get back to everyday life!

But . . . something else has emerged. Another thought, another voice, another possibility.

What if . . . you don't have to do that? The voice inside your mind hisses. What if . . . you could become something MORE? Something ELSE? Your human life wasn't any good. So much responsibility, so much work, so much chores, so much pointless mind-numbing tasks that accomplish NOTHING! But you can live your life free of that. No responsibility, just freedom, pure freedom. Just finish this transformation and you can be FREE! FREE! All you have to do is give yourself entirely, completely to the goo! To ME!! Just coat the rest of your measly human body with rubber, and be FREE for the rest of your life!

" . . . But . . . that's impossible . . ." you argue feebly. "If I coat myself entirely with rubber, I'll suffocate . . ."

You will LIVE.

Somehow, you knew it to be true. Despite all logic, all senses, your entire human mind all claiming it's impossible, something deep inside you, from deep within, says otherwise, assures you that what it says is somehow, impossibly true.

No . . . I . . . Don't . . . Want . . . To . . . You sputter weakly, your human side making an effort to resist. . . . Do I?

You think it over. Suddenly being a human becomes more unappealing with each thought. Your body that is still human shivers as a cold burst of wind brushes past, but the latex is so warm . . . so comfy . . . like a warm, luxurious blanket . . .

Once again you burst into a fit of giggles, the wind brushing against the rubber sending ridiculously pleasing tingles up your spine. It feels so . . . so good . . . soooo intoxicatingly good. . .

Yes. You want more. You want . . . yes . . .

You suddenly fell to the ground, giggling with glee as you rolled over and over on the gooey ground, smearing layer after layer of thick blue goo on your belly and chest until it was completely caked in the sticky gunk. You kept applying more goo until your chest had completely vanished from sight, and you just had a huge, rolly-polly belly that enveloped your entire torso. Satisfied, you poked your rubber-covered belly, giggling with delight.

All that's left is your face.

You hesitate for a second as the logic instigates one last attempt. Are you nuts? Do you want to go through with this??? You'll probably die!

But all it takes to silence all opposition is another breeze flowing past your tingling rubber skin, making you shiver with glee.

You take one final breath before grabbing a huge scoop of goo from the ground using your nubs that were once your hands and smear the gooey stuff all over your nose, sealing it forever.

Then you thrust your face deep into the soft, sticky rubber in the ground, mouth open wide. Rubber is all your senses detect - the smell, the sight, the taste as it flows into your mouth, gulping down large handfuls before the gooey mixture fills the entire mouth cavity, sealing it off permanently. Then in one swift movement, you lifted your face out of the muck, now entirely covered in goo from head to toe. For one agonizing minute, you feel like you're going to drown! You can't breathe! You're going to die! YOU --

The feeling only lasts a minute. You pause, taking in your first breath of air, or rather, the feeling of not breathing at all. It's such an indescribably fascinating sensation, not having to rely on mere air to survive . . . You pause for a moment to acknowledge the marvel of your existence. You're so special!

But it's not over yet. You feel a pleasant tingle in your limbs as your arms and legs go numb, causing you to lose control of them for a bit and flop to the ground with a slight squeak. You can't help but grin wildly at the oddly, overwhelmingly gleeful feeling of your internal organs slowly dissolving into the same magic energy that keeps you alive. You don't need them anymore! As your privates disappear and you feel your intestines dissolving with a satisfying hiss, You notice your legs beginning to seep into the goo below, losing form and figure as it collapses into an unrecognizable puddle.

But rather than be shocked and panicked, you're the opposite. In fact, you're ecstatic! You don't need a human form anymore! You can't wait for the remainder of your useless internal organs to waste away into nothingness, right now they're little more than a burden. You don't need them, either!

Your thigh, having been completely rid of anything human, begins to join your legs, melting away into the puddle. Your arms also start to lose form, goo dripping from your rubbery flesh and joining the puddle below. Your heart, lungs, and ribcage liquefy into more goo, spreading up inside you to more rapidly transform the remainder of your insides. You can feel yourself sinking lower into the puddle of your own body - but you don't care, you love it! You know you won't die - this is just another step to completely ridding your human self. Not to mention, the process is quite enjoyable, the intoxicating sensations drifting up the remainder of your nerves into your brain, making you wild with joy.

In a few minutes, your head is the only object sticking out of the rather large puddle of goop. With a satisfying splurch, your head begins to sink into the pile of rubber and goo as your brain slowly dissolves, the tip of your head disappearing into the pile with a final squeak and everything goes black.

GASP!

Suddenly consciousness returns, and you bolt upwards with a sudden start. At first you thought everything was a dream, but one look at your body disproves that in a cinch.

Everything feels strange, yet perfectly natural at the same time. You look behind you to see a giant pool of dark-blue liquid rubber and frown. No, this won't do. You need a form to get around in. You need a host . . .

Looking at your surroundings, you frown.

Odd.

The latex that was just coating everything had just seemed to evaporate into thin air - just like rain, leaving the world just as it had been beforehand.

Your frown turns into a grimace. You don't like that. Not at all. You'd prefer everything and everyone to be a little more . . . synthetic . . .

With a sudden rush of wind and latex, the rubber puddle rises at your command, and begins to form itself into the shape you desire. One that will provide mobility . . .

In a second, you've assumed your new form: a massive, muscular dark blue wolf, with midnight-black fur around the paws and ears similar to a fox's. Powerful latex muscles ripple beneath a rubber-coated skin, one nearly impenetrable. You smile. A perfect form . . .

But every alpha wolf needs a pack. A group of underlings to do your bidding . . . But what to do? . . .

Just then, you spot another teen heading down the same walkway that you traveled down once. That seemed like such a long time ago now . . . like a faint dream. But who cares?

" Dang it, I can't believe how much homework I have tonight!"

Perfect. He'll make a great underling.

I crouched in the bushes, eager to pounce and give him the rubber treatment, tail twitching in pure excitement.

Now THIS is freedom . . .

To be continued??

Description
It caught you unaware, as you were walking alone after school in the woods, dreading the massive amounts of homework stuffed into your backpack.

It began with a few small drops landing on either side of you with a barely audible squish. You happened to glance down to see tiny splotches of . . . what was it? It certainly wasn't normal rain. This stuff looked . . . well . . . different somehow. You couldn't quite put it in words. . . Now you were curious, bending down and taking a closer look at the mysterious substance, splattered on the pavement.

Yep, it definitely wasn't normal water, all right! The gunk looked . . . rubbery and gooey, and it stuck to the stick you prodded it with. You couldn't shake it off, no matter how hard you tried. Strange. . .

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of more "rain" hitting the pavement and nearby grass, forming tiny droplets of the shiny silver goo glistening on the sidewalk and blades of grass. You then gazed upwards, peering at the sky. It wasn't supposed to rain today as far as you knew. . .

There was a little patch of strange-looking clouds right above you. . . You groaned in annoyance. Looks like that stupid forecaster was wrong again . . . and of course you didn't bring an umbrella!

You suddenly felt one of the tiny drops of goo hit your lower right arm with a queer splurching sound, forming a minuscule speck on your skin. You shook your arm wildly, but the little dot of goo refused to fling off, staying right where it was.

You were now REALLY irritated! Muttering furiously, you then poked at the dot with your finger, trying to fling it off to no avail. In fact, all you did was spread it around uselessly, and now a tiny bit was stuck to your finger!

You swore to wash that spot off of your hands and arms the split second you reached home, grumbling even more. Ugh! This day is bad enough without some weird gooey substance relentlessly clinging to your body! "I'll bet they're a real pain to get rid of, too. . ." you thought angrily, giving up on removing the flakes of goo off of your skin.

Splash. Squish. Sploosh.

As you began walking, you began feeling tiny cold pricks on your arms and hair as more drops of goo rained down, splattering on all sides around you. The rain began to pick up slightly, small puddles beginning to form on the pavement and surrounding grass. While walking, you couldn't help but notice the abnormal texture of the puddles slowly growing, picking up rouge droplets splattered on the ground and absorbing them into themselves.

Those puddles were . . . shiny, like a glossy coat of rubber placed over the road. There were puddles of dozens of colors, ranging from blue to pink to green to yellow to all other sorts of colors, splayed out in various different locations, in some sort of mismatched, unnatural rainbow.

But what made you pause in shocked curiosity was the plants.

By now the rain had increased to a drizzle, a sparse but steady stream of droplets trickling down. You had gotten used to the strange, squishy, cold sensations of the unnatural rain and now ignored it entirely. But the plants around you, you couldn't ignore.

The plants most heavily exposed to the otherworldly rain were almost completely covered by this strange material, glistening with a shiny rubber coat. It looked like the plants were completely made of rubber! Oozing red latex dripped off of one leaf entirely engulfed by the mysterious gunk, plummeting into a pile of bright, shiny bright blue rubber below. It looked like a scene on a distant planet!

As the rain increased to a steady shower, you suddenly became concerned about this supernatural rain. You needed to find shelter! What if this stuff is toxic??? You quickly began to jog, being careful to avoid the swelling pools of multi-colored glop, which by now were several inches wide. All you had on was a short-sleeve shirt . . . this was not boding well for you. As you grew more nervous about the ever-multiplying storm, you became more aware of your skin feeling each and every impact of the sinister, rubbery goo.

You felt the droplets condensing in your hair, strands getting pushed down by the overwhelming number of plummeting raindrops. A deep sense of dread begins to well within you as you run your hands through the goo-matted hair, and let out a cry of shock as you feel the full extent the sticky gunk has amassed on your dome. It feels like your hair has been entirely submerged in tons of hair gel, strands forced flat against your head by the sheer numbers and weight of the mysterious goo. You realized this goo is a bit less clingy than before, and you're able to wipe the mound of glop off your head. Upon this realization, you desperately try to fend off the relentless waves of goo plunging onto the top of your head, but it's a losing battle, the fibers getting coated with layer and layer of sticky, rubbery gunk.

By now the shower has increased into a downpour of latex-like goo.

You've broken into a full-out sprint, your sole hope to get to some kind of shelter before you're seriously harmed. The pathway through the forest is now almost entirely covered by a thin layer of the sinister stuff, and you no longer care about avoiding the puddles. It would be impossible, anyways!

Glancing around, you're shocked by how much your surroundings has changed. Almost everything stationary has been transformed into a latexy, gooey mess, with not a single sign of organic life anywhere save for a few protected shrubbery and ferns. It was getting harder to see in the torrent of rubber.

After a few minutes of mad sprinting, you paused for a rest, unable to run any farther. It was then you looked at the rest of your body - and cried out in pure terror.

While you were worrying about your hair, the rest of your body had been getting a similar fate. Your arms and hands were the worst casualties, rubber dripping from your soaked elbows and trickling down the sides of your arm. Your upper arms were smeared with dark blue-colored gunk, hands wrapped in a midnight black glove. You couldn't see your fingers at all. Panicking, you flexed them, sighing with relief as they twitched in response, goo bulging slightly as a result. Then, rested, once again broke into a frantic sprint in an attempt to avoid the torrent of goo.

That attempt was futile. Suddenly, you tripped, falling into a puddle of goo on your hands and knees. You grimaced as the gooey rain instantly seized the opportunity to blanket your now unprotected back in glossy, dark blue smooth latex, which oozed down your sides and legs in a slow, ceaseless wave.

You struggled to get back up, but the weight of goo on your back and legs was just too much. After a few more attempts, you gave up and started to crawl, inching forwards as the last human flesh on your lower limbs was enveloped by the squishing, splashing latex.

By now, the rain had actually begun to lessen to a shower again, renewing a spark of hope within you. But by now the main danger was the latex already pooled on the ground. At least a solid inch of goo coated the ground, and for every struggled step you took, more rubber clung to your arms and legs.

Suddenly, you paused as you felt a strange, unusual numbness in your feet and hands. You stop crawling, sitting on the rubber that was now the ground and tested your hands and feet for feeling. No response. You could no longer feel your hands and feet squished inside the oozing latex! Even stranger was that you COULD feel them, you felt the latex pressing, squishing against your skin . . . but you felt no skin! The only thing that was there was the goo that covered your hands and feet.

A deep fear rose in your throat as you flexed what you knew was your hand and saw your rubber appendage wiggle. no no NONONO . . .

WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!?

You suddenly felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the situation.

Your legs and thigh were immersed in a thick rubber coating, all dark blue, as were your arms, hands, back, and hair. Well, what WAS your hair. When you felt it again it had vanished, replaced by a completely smooth, rubbery skin. Your stomach and chest, the only areas along with your face that was relatively untouched, were smeared with rubbery streaks where the gooey rain had penetrated. Your pants had completely fused with the gooey rubber, as had your shirt.

As the rain slowed once again to a drizzle, you were surprised by how relaxed you were once the immediate panic wore off. First there was the smell, which you were beginning to notice just now, the smell of fresh rubbery goo and latex. For the first few seconds the smell was weak and barely noticeable, but in a few seconds had grown into an overpowering, captivating fragrance. You were entranced by the irresistible aroma, greedily gulping it in like a drug, an irresistible addiction that you could never ever get enough of.

The goo was still wet, dripping down your gooey body and splattering onto the ground below. There's still a chance to revert everything, but you weren't thinking about that one bit, you were too busy soaking up the intoxicating stench in drunken glee.

The only thing that drags you away from the dizzyingly delicious aroma is the sudden sensation of your rubbery hand rubbing against your sticky, glossy leg, sending a chill of pure euphoria shooting up your spine. You eagerly participate in this new pleasure-bringing endeavor, giggling with pure joy with each squish of the two rubbery appendages brushing against each other.

You pause in your activity as a slight breeze brushes past, ruffling the fabric of the untouched areas of the shirt and snapping you out of your trance.

You twitch your arm, feeling the flesh twitch under the gooey coating of rubber. Part of you wants to leave, to find shelter, to get help, to rip off this gooey rubber shell enveloping your body and get back to everyday life!

But . . . something else has emerged. Another thought, another voice, another possibility.

What if . . . you don't have to do that? The voice inside your mind hisses. What if . . . you could become something MORE? Something ELSE? Your human life wasn't any good. So much responsibility, so much work, so much chores, so much pointless mind-numbing tasks that accomplish NOTHING! But you can live your life free of that. No responsibility, just freedom, pure freedom. Just finish this transformation and you can be FREE! FREE! All you have to do is give yourself entirely, completely to the goo! To ME!! Just coat the rest of your measly human body with rubber, and be FREE for the rest of your life!

" . . . But . . . that's impossible . . ." you argue feebly. "If I coat myself entirely with rubber, I'll suffocate . . ."

You will LIVE.

Somehow, you knew it to be true. Despite all logic, all senses, your entire human mind all claiming it's impossible, something deep inside you, from deep within, says otherwise, assures you that what it says is somehow, impossibly true.

No . . . I . . . Don't . . . Want . . . To . . . You sputter weakly, your human side making an effort to resist. . . . Do I?

You think it over. Suddenly being a human becomes more unappealing with each thought. Your body that is still human shivers as a cold burst of wind brushes past, but the latex is so warm . . . so comfy . . . like a warm, luxurious blanket . . .

Once again you burst into a fit of giggles, the wind brushing against the rubber sending ridiculously pleasing tingles up your spine. It feels so . . . so good . . . soooo intoxicatingly good. . .

Yes. You want more. You want . . . yes . . .

You suddenly fell to the ground, giggling with glee as you rolled over and over on the gooey ground, smearing layer after layer of thick blue goo on your belly and chest until it was completely caked in the sticky gunk. You kept applying more goo until your chest had completely vanished from sight, and you just had a huge, rolly-polly belly that enveloped your entire torso. Satisfied, you poked your rubber-covered belly, giggling with delight.

All that's left is your face.

You hesitate for a second as the logic instigates one last attempt. Are you nuts? Do you want to go through with this??? You'll probably die!

But all it takes to silence all opposition is another breeze flowing past your tingling rubber skin, making you shiver with glee.

You take one final breath before grabbing a huge scoop of goo from the ground using your nubs that were once your hands and smear the gooey stuff all over your nose, sealing it forever.

Then you thrust your face deep into the soft, sticky rubber in the ground, mouth open wide. Rubber is all your senses detect - the smell, the sight, the taste as it flows into your mouth, gulping down large handfuls before the gooey mixture fills the entire mouth cavity, sealing it off permanently. Then in one swift movement, you lifted your face out of the muck, now entirely covered in goo from head to toe. For one agonizing minute, you feel like you're going to drown! You can't breathe! You're going to die! YOU --

The feeling only lasts a minute. You pause, taking in your first breath of air, or rather, the feeling of not breathing at all. It's such an indescribably fascinating sensation, not having to rely on mere air to survive . . . You pause for a moment to acknowledge the marvel of your existence. You're so special!

But it's not over yet. You feel a pleasant tingle in your limbs as your arms and legs go numb, causing you to lose control of them for a bit and flop to the ground with a slight squeak. You can't help but grin wildly at the oddly, overwhelmingly gleeful feeling of your internal organs slowly dissolving into the same magic energy that keeps you alive. You don't need them anymore! As your privates disappear and you feel your intestines dissolving with a satisfying hiss, You notice your legs beginning to seep into the goo below, losing form and figure as it collapses into an unrecognizable puddle.

But rather than be shocked and panicked, you're the opposite. In fact, you're ecstatic! You don't need a human form anymore! You can't wait for the remainder of your useless internal organs to waste away into nothingness, right now they're little more than a burden. You don't need them, either!

Your thigh, having been completely rid of anything human, begins to join your legs, melting away into the puddle. Your arms also start to lose form, goo dripping from your rubbery flesh and joining the puddle below. Your heart, lungs, and ribcage liquefy into more goo, spreading up inside you to more rapidly transform the remainder of your insides. You can feel yourself sinking lower into the puddle of your own body - but you don't care, you love it! You know you won't die - this is just another step to completely ridding your human self. Not to mention, the process is quite enjoyable, the intoxicating sensations drifting up the remainder of your nerves into your brain, making you wild with joy.

In a few minutes, your head is the only object sticking out of the rather large puddle of goop. With a satisfying splurch, your head begins to sink into the pile of rubber and goo as your brain slowly dissolves, the tip of your head disappearing into the pile with a final squeak and everything goes black.

GASP!

Suddenly consciousness returns, and you bolt upwards with a sudden start. At first you thought everything was a dream, but one look at your body disproves that in a cinch.

Everything feels strange, yet perfectly natural at the same time. You look behind you to see a giant pool of dark-blue liquid rubber and frown. No, this won't do. You need a form to get around in. You need a host . . .

Looking at your surroundings, you frown.

Odd.

The latex that was just coating everything had just seemed to evaporate into thin air - just like rain, leaving the world just as it had been beforehand.

Your frown turns into a grimace. You don't like that. Not at all. You'd prefer everything and everyone to be a little more . . . synthetic . . .

With a sudden rush of wind and latex, the rubber puddle rises at your command, and begins to form itself into the shape you desire. One that will provide mobility . . .

In a second, you've assumed your new form: a massive, muscular dark blue wolf, with midnight-black fur around the paws and ears similar to a fox's. Powerful latex muscles ripple beneath a rubber-coated skin, one nearly impenetrable. You smile. A perfect form . . .

But every alpha wolf needs a pack. A group of underlings to do your bidding . . . But what to do? . . .

Just then, you spot another teen heading down the same walkway that you traveled down once. That seemed like such a long time ago now . . . like a faint dream. But who cares?

" Dang it, I can't believe how much homework I have tonight!"

Perfect. He'll make a great underling.

I crouched in the bushes, eager to pounce and give him the rubber treatment, tail twitching in pure excitement.

Now THIS is freedom . . .

To be continued??